Fill: Challenge #116 (DW AU)
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tenminutesadayA bit of Blue Rain never hurt anyone. Well, Jon might not agree with that statement.
Donna kept her eyes on the screen and her hands flying over the keyboard and mouse as the next person walked in. "And what do you want?" she snapped, then grimaced at the misspelled word. "Better be important."
"Tea?"
Though Jon's voice always soothed her, she groaned and flopped back in her chair. "Thanks, Ears, but I can't. No time." Glancing at the steaming mug in his hands, she sprung back up to resume her work. "With Veena out sick right before demo day, I've got three slide decks to put together and a report to build out of Tom's stream-of-consciousness, by tomorrow morning. I'll be here all night."
Jon placed the cup in the one clear space on her desk. "You can take a few minutes to catch your breath, can't you?"
"Nope."
He circled around the desk and stroked her hair. "Why don't you let me type for a bit while you rest?'
"I know you're as busy as I am."
"My deadline's next week. C'mon." Grasping her arm gently, he coaxed her up and into Veena's chair, then brought the mug to her. She slurped half of it as he took her vacated seat and looked over the barely-meaningful pages in Tom's notebook. He grinned at her. "I got this. You just relax."
She settled back, warming her fingers around the mug. "Thank you."
"Any time, ma bella."
Donna kept her eyes on the screen and her hands flying over the keyboard and mouse as the next person walked in. "And what do you want?" she snapped, then grimaced at the misspelled word. "Better be important."
"Tea?"
Though Jon's voice always soothed her, she groaned and flopped back in her chair. "Thanks, Ears, but I can't. No time." Glancing at the steaming mug in his hands, she sprung back up to resume her work. "With Veena out sick right before demo day, I've got three slide decks to put together and a report to build out of Tom's stream-of-consciousness, by tomorrow morning. I'll be here all night."
Jon placed the cup in the one clear space on her desk. "You can take a few minutes to catch your breath, can't you?"
"Nope."
He circled around the desk and stroked her hair. "Why don't you let me type for a bit while you rest?'
"I know you're as busy as I am."
"My deadline's next week. C'mon." Grasping her arm gently, he coaxed her up and into Veena's chair, then brought the mug to her. She slurped half of it as he took her vacated seat and looked over the barely-meaningful pages in Tom's notebook. He grinned at her. "I got this. You just relax."
She settled back, warming her fingers around the mug. "Thank you."
"Any time, ma bella."